Chapter 7 folks! :) I hope you like it. Oh, and the sparkling will be female.

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or it's merchandise or Characters. Nor do I own Creepypasta or Yu-Gi-Oh!, as there will be references!

Warning: Cussing, fights (since when is Transformers, Transformers without the fights?), depression (slightly), angst, hurt/comfort, friendship, family, fantasy, Fanfiction, AU, Badass!Sam, Cool!Miles, Bitchy!Mikaela, will have characters from other Transformers stuff, like Transformers Prime

Ps: Some of my Ocs from the 'Protector Chronicles' might show up!

"Speech"

"Cybertronian"

::Comm. Link::

/Sparkbond/

\Family bond\

"Sparkling talk"

-Reviews:

grapejuice101: Yeah, it was quick. Hehe. Anyways, those ones eh? Hmm...

Angel of Randomosity: Yes, Jazz lives. :) I made it so that would happen. He had Mary's back at the time. So, hmm... those are pretty good suggestions...

Reader103: Thanks :3 Here's your update!

Retrokill: :3 I like to surprise people.

Cyber: Amazing.

I know. :3

Cyber: Thinking about that name?

Thanks to some suggestions, I think I have an idea or two. :3


Sam paced the floor. He was worried. Mary had yet to awaken and it had nearly been a week since Mission City. This wasn't good. He should've just run. He shouldn't have given her the Cube. She should've stayed on the sidelines! Oh... Sam was wearing himself thin.

"Sam, chill," Jack said. He was sitting nearby, playing a game of cards with Miles. "She'll be fine. She'll wake up." Though, Jack was also worrying. He was terrified that she wouldn't wake up as well.

"How do you know?!" Sam snapped. "She was bleeding pretty badly!"

Miles sighed. "And wearing yourself thin isn't going to help her, Sam. With the way she pushed herself back in Mission City, she's a fighter," he said. "She won't let this coma beat her."

I wish I had your certainty... Sam thought, pacing.

Sam wasn't the only one worrying himself thin. Wheeljack hadn't left Mary's side once. He barely even kept up on his energon rations. While everyone else was out occupying themselves, Wheeljack stayed by Mary. The sparkling hadn't left her either. The sparkling, at the moment, was whimpering and chittering, curled up in the crook of Mary's neck. Mary's breath was even and she was stable, but it worried Wheeljack. Especially since her brain was showing little activity. Way too little activity. It made Wheeljack nervous.

Wheeljack looked at the tiny sparkling. "Don't worry," he murmured. "S-she'll wake up. She'll wake up."

The sparkling looked at Wheeljack with terrified and sad red optics. Optics, Wheeljack noticed, that were slowly changing color. That made Wheeljack smile just a little. But it didn't help. Mary wasn't going to wake up. He knew this in the pit of his spark. The damage had been to severe. Wheeljack looked to the ceiling. "Primus... We need a miracle for her to survive..." he murmured.

::Wheeljack, let it go. Bring the sparkling out of there. She's not going to wake up. Not with how little brain activity she has or with how severe her injuries were. Nobot could wake up after that:: Ratchet said over the .

That made Wheeljack's spark drop. He looked down at his little charge, coolant escaping from his optics. "I'm so sorry..." he murmured.

But just at that moment... Something happened. Mary's brain activity sparked and a low groan alerted Wheeljack. He gasped. Mary's eyes were opening. She was waking up. (And I bet you thought I was going to kill her! XP)


I felt stiff. How long had I been out? I was aware of a strange beeping sound as I pried my eyes open. I groaned at the effort and the bright light. But it dimmed as something leaned over me. I heard a twitter. It couldn't be... Wasn't that just a dream? That thought was thrown out the window, into the abyss of feral vampire sharks when tiny, metal, and cold hands were placed on my cheeks gently. At last, I opened my eyes fully, blinking to get used to having light in them. I startled a little at how close the small metal face was to mine. A chirp came from the tiny being as it's optics lit up in happiness.

"Carrier!"a tiny voice chittered.

Wait.

Did I really just understand that?! I tried to ask Wheeljack, but all that came out was a very weak, "Hey..."

"Hey yourself, Mary," Wheeljack replied, his voice soft.

I saw something fall from his optics. Coolant. Wheeljack was crying. I managed a very weak smile as I felt my neck being hugged by a happy sparkling. "Carrier wake!" came the small little voice of the sparkling.

I then realized that Wheeljack couldn't understand the chittering, twittering, or chirping. What the hell did that back lash of the cube do to me?! I wondered. I was very confused and wasn't coherent enough to think up theories about it. At least, not yet. So I was forced to lay there while Wheeljack left to go get Ratchet or someone. I smiled and patted my sparkling, since I had managed to move my left arm. I groaned as I tried to get both arms to cooperate enough just to sit up.

"No! Carrier hurt! Carrier stay still!" my sparkling objected.

I sighed and decided not to argue. "Alright... alright... little one," I murmured hoarsely. I watched as the little one climbed onto my chest and got comfortable. "You know..." I said softly. "You need... A name..." I tried to think of a name but the only ones that came to mind were FireStar, StarBelle, BlueBelle, FireBelle, BlueStar, Chitter, or Sydney. Then I smiled as I thought of one. "How... About... ChitterBelle?" I managed to say.

"ChitterBelle..." the sparkling tried. She then lit up. "ChitterBelle! ChitterBelle!" she cheered.

"ChitterBelle... It is... Then," I said softly. I sighed and just let myself relax.

I laid there for a few moments, just listening to ChitterBelle do what she does best, chitter and chatter. I had to smile. ChitterBelle was my little one. I had a feeling she'd probably end up growing a lot eventually, but for a while she was just my little ChitterBelle. My phone.

"Well I'll be... She is awake!" Ratchet's voice rang out.

I managed to look in his direction. "Hey..." I said softly.

Ratchet came over and did who knows what. I'm not a doctor, but I think he was checking my vitals and everything. "Everything seems in order. Of course, she'll have to take it easy and not use her leg too much," he said.

Then I realized that I was looking at their holoforms. Ratchet looked like a stereotypical doctor, which seemed to fit for some reason. I sighed as I was put under a few scans. Ratchet did a few more things before I was allowed to get up and test my coordination. Of course I tripped and fell a couple trillion times. After the 1,000,000,000,000,000 times, I sat down and stopped trying. I crossed my arms and didn't budge.

"Mary, come on," Wheeljack groaned. "It isn't that bad! You'll get it right!"

I glared at him. "I feel like an infant that's just learning how to walk!" I cried out. "It's humiliating!"

Ratchet sighed. "Mary, please. Everyone would like to see you. And I'm sure you don't want to be carried out there," he said.

I grumbled but sighed. "Fine." I got up unsteadily and did something different this time. I took baby steps. It took about 30 minutes, but I got used to it and started to walk more normally. After about 20 more minutes, I was walking correctly again. The entire time, my legs felt like jelly and I favored my left one. My left leg was the one that Starscream nearly tore off.

"So..." I said. "How long was I out?"

"A mega-cycle," Ratchet replied.

I blinked, the term not registering. I was still kinda out of it and couldn't think on my normal pace.

"He means a week, Mary," Wheeljack supplied.

I nodded. I heard a demanding chitter and looked down. ChitterBelle was there, holding her arms up. She expected to be picked up. I smile and picked her up. For a smartphone, she was pretty big. I then noticed something. She didn't seem to have any armor. I looked at Ratchet and Wheeljack, hoping for an explanation. "The sparkling grew out of her previous alt. mode. She will be unable to take a new one until she is full sized. She won't reach full size anytime in your life span, though," Ratchet said.

I understood what that meant. Humans, on average, lived only 83 years. That's only a vorn, a Cybertronian year. Compared to them, I was minuscule. So, rather than reply to that, I said something else. "ChitterBelle," I said. At their questioning looks, I smiled softly. "Her name is ChitterBelle," I clarified.

Wheeljack smiled. "That's a wonderful name!" he said cheerfully. "It certainly fits."

I nodded and followed them out of the room. Once we got out, I smiled at seeing that everyone was there. They looked up and looked overly relieved. "Mary!" Miles, Jack, and Sam yelled, running over.

I got a taste of my own medicine when they hugged me. I eeped and coughed. "G-guys... A-air!" I gasped out.

The boys immediately let go. "Sorry!" they said.

I waved it off with a smile but winced almost immediately. I ended up going to my right knee, holding my left leg. Pulling my hand away, I winced. I must've accidentally pulled the stitching. Ratchet quickly came over and assessed the damage. "You've just used it too much today," he said. "Nothing too major."

I nodded, glad it wasn't bad. I eeped when Wheeljack took the it as his cue to pick me up. Bridal style. I blushed in embarrassment and fought the hold. "Jackie, I'm fine!" I whined. "Put me down!" Unfortunately, I was ignored. I struggled until he set me down in a chair. Once I had a good view of him, I stuck out my tongue like the mature girl I am. Wheeljack just rolled his eyes with a smile and dismissed his holoform. I then realized my "chair" was really his pede. I glared up at him. He just gave me an innocent "what?" face, to which I rolled my eyes. I sighed and got comfortable.

Then I looked at the others. "So... What did I miss?" I asked like nothing happened. Everyone just stared at me like I was insane. "What?" I asked.

"... Yo' d' realiz' tha' OP ha' ta assig' ya' a ne' guardia'," Jazz said.

To which, I glared. "No. No he doesn't. Wheeljack is perfectly capable and safe!" I dismissed.

"Look, kid," Arcee snapped, "He'll blow you to smithereens! You don't want him as a guardian!"

I knew that Wheeljack was looking away. I knew that he was feeling bad about himself. This reminded me of all the times kids said they wouldn't do something because they didn't want to lose any body part. I knew how it was, people thinking you were dangerous when you never meant to hurt anyone. "No, you look!" I hissed. "Wheeljack saved my ass from Barricade. Wheeljack has kept me safe. Wheeljack has wonderful ideas, he just looks over mistakes! At least he's willing to take risks! And without those like Wheeljack, you wouldn't be able to be here right now!" I was getting pissed. I heard Wheeljack say something, but I didn't listen. "You all listen to me, and listen to me well. I will decide who is dangerous for me to be around! I am not some stupid toddler to treat like glass! Hell, all of you are dangerous for humans! It's because your careful around us that no one's been squashed yet!" I shouted. Then I glared heatedly. "I trust Wheeljack to be careful with me. And if you have a fucking problem with that, FUCKING DEAL WITH IT!" I snarled.

I heard whimpering and sighed. "Now look, you made me scare ChitterBelle," I complained lightly, like I hadn't just been pissed off. I gently took ChitterBelle and gently cradled the terrified sparkling to my chest. "W-why Carrier m-mad?" ChitterBelle asked shakily.

I couldn't help it, I made one of my "weird noises". I crooned at the little one and she instantly started to calm down. I felt all eyes and optics on me, probably in shock or something, but I ignored it. I just rocked the little one slightly and continued to do my purr like noise at her. Eventually, the little one fell asleep happily. That made me smile.

"Mary... How the pit do you know how to mimic a carrier's lullaby?!"


Annnnd cliffhanger~! XD Well now, so Mary knows how to sound like a Cybertronian's version of a mother singing. Isn't that interesting? Just what has the AllSpark done to her? Or has she always been able to do that? What about her ability to understand ChitterBelle? Who knows~! Mary's true identity in this story has just been wrapped in a deeper mystery~!

Cyber: Are you a cliffhanger addict?

Maybe? I dunno~.

Cyber: -_-